Byemilo - Braces Lyrics

Motherf*ckers all want money
Gold chains all on me
Roses dead it's too sunny
Block got hot call for me
After party for the night
Party favors back to life
Baby boy blues, play them night show tunes
Recap, recap this that new crack
Net my new trap, swag Get snap backed
Tell boys fallback, might get pitch blacked
Flat-line Kodak, take pic, throwback
Check my chinos, they got c notes
From my nino's, drip like 3 boats
New chain so gross and i got dos
Used to bum smokes Now I...

Stay down, stay down
Stay down, stay down
If I die tonight
Would I be your favorite rapper?
You got braces and you talk shit
Brand new faces make me nauseous
Take a day trip let's get lost bitch
We got money now for this f*ck shit

House with a fence if you white like the paint
Burbs summer burn from a beach in LA
Hollywood hills make a movie in a day
Hollywood hills make a mili in a day
We want O.D. off the fame
You ain't no reason for me to want change
All of y'all seasonal names
I pay for the spring but you gone when it's May
When I get rich Ima pay for my friends
Buy me a coupe, we can skrt in the ends
Cop me a spaceship, we roll with the tints
Diamonds is dancing, ballet on my wrist
Red palette my flavor, my make up the shit
Ima be famous can't make up this shit
Born to Blonde, need new hair like a bitch
I'm more Rihanna than Pac baby sis
Ain't gone stop till my kids can get rich

Stay down, stay down
Stay down, stay down
If I die tonight
Would I be your favorite rapper?
You got braces and you talk shit
Brand new faces make me nauseous
Take a day trip let's get lost bitch
We got money now for this f*ck shit

Motherf*ckers wanna cry
Tell me what's good up on ya side
You ain't been around why you always want
Wanna cry? tell me what's good up on ya side
Why you? Why you? uh
Baby boy, why you ain't got a place yet?
Baby boy, why you still ain't make it?
Baby boy, why you always wanna fake shit?
Baby boy, why you? why you? uh
Still here, still lost but i'm Still on go
On ten make ten boy I miss my friends
Rapper, singer and I know my temp
Hot then, cold now boy I
Got time for the money now I gotta go get it
I here my next tale chirp Brr And I dip with it
I Secure the bag for the leaches
And I'll Spend it on a pendant
I don't want no deal
Bitch I'll stay independent
What goddamn year, what a mess I've made
The summer was so real that I almost stayed
Oh shit, wait I did and let a best friend down
Ain't been the same since dog I almost drowned
Step back with it hit the euro step pivot
Oh I got a money counter critic
She say I'm the shit listen
My pesos a bit different my family got sneak disses
I got payback with the interest
My life sucks uh, hate parties cause I
Ain't got shit to say or show
F*ck a "how's collage?"
Ass bitch you know that they know
Had a couple break downs
For homies that been dead to me
But why should motherf*ckers even want to cry